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Where tough little non-communicative babies become brilliant young men.

So, it’s our last day in Idaho visiting Seabass’ grandparents, and I can’t believe how downright LOADED those weeks have been with learning. Seabass, by the by, is brilliant. Okay, maybe not brilliant, but he’s certainly smart as a whip. He’s never been a super verbal guy (unless you count the whining and screaming) but suddenly, he’s Captain Communication. A short list of his new “tricks:”

When we ask him, “How big is Seabass?” and reply “SO BIG!” He throws his hands in the air

He signs “more,” “thirsty,” “eat,” “all done,” and “thank you”

He says “ni-ni” and waves goodbye

When you ask him for a kiss, he leans his head over to your lips

He says “MA, MA, MA, MA, MA” for mama, particularly when he’s upset

I’m sure most of you have kids who were applying, like, the quadratic equation at Seabass’ age, but for us this is huge. Finally, I can ask him what he wants and feel confident that he’s getting it. Of course, sometimes what he wants is to play with a chainsaw or switchblade or something, in which case we don’t give him what he wants. But at least now we know why he’s crying. Thank you God.

He IS brilliant! I think talking is one of the best steps that happen because now he can communicate what is wrong instead of you having to play the guessing game. Of course, soon you’ll be hearing all the “Why is….” soon followed by all the “Knock, knock …..”

Communication really is a joyous milestone! It’s like the natives have finally caught on. Except I’m not sure which side is considered the native – parents or the little dudes. It really could go either way!